Finishing Touches

I'm getting tired of you

You're getting tired of me

And it's the final act

Of our little tragedy

So don't feign indignation

It's a fait accompli

You can screw everybody I've ever known

But I still won't talk to you on the phone

It's a hopeless cause--there's no use crying

And I can die, you can die

We can die trying

Thanks anyway, no use hangin' around

You try to put the finishing touches on me

You say it's all my fault

Who's keeping score?

Some people like to be punished

They keep coming back for more

But I'm sick & tired

And my cock is sore

You can screw everybody

I've ever known

But I still won't talk to you on the phone

It's a hopeless cause--there's no use crying

And I can die, you can die

We can die trying

Thanks anyway, no use hangin' around

You try to put the finishing touches on me

Thanks anyway

No use hangin' around

You try to put the finishing touches on me

Thanks anyway . . .

Finishing touches, finishing touches on me